We get it. Boston is a college town. Which means we smile tolerantly when some BU coed reels in front of us and sprays the pavement with keg vomit. We've been there. We grin and bear it when we can't find a seat at the bar on game day because it's filled with screaming, red-faced bros confusing binge drinking with team spirit. And we barely even resent (or fear) each incoming crop of fresh-faced new grads vying with something akin to bloodlust for our jobs each summer. But nobody can fault us for heaving a sigh of relief come the annual May exodus, when we see the suitcases, futons, and mini-fridges stacked up along Mass Ave. That sight heralds sweet freedom for the rest of us. The freedom to take back our city and rediscover some places and things we had forgotten that we actually kind of dig. Here are just a few.